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    The West

    The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a certain grunge that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, instead letting the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

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    Noah's Ark

    owned by Aiden Tetradore
    1 employees

    Noah's Ark

    Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.

    Owner Aiden Tetradore

    Co-owner Tobias Cain

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    Warehouse District

    Warehouse District

    The warehouse district rests just upon the harbor within the city. Many of the warehouses belong to corporate companies although some are used for less the legal means. Be careful when wandering this district at night for many groups meet within those dark, dilapidated buildings. There are also whispers of hard to obtain goods being sold behind those closed doors but you have to know who's who to get an in!

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead50.35.0.252Posted On July 12, 2017 at 9:05 PM by AIDEN TETRADORE

I can't help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me


Picking up life where he had left it had hardly been any easier for the were King then it had for his pack at large. In fact, Tobias himself was the only soul who truly seemed to transition in a fashion that was totally effortless. It was a shift he was almost jealous of. His contracts had to be picked up where they left off, those more illicit ones still had ran in his absence under the ever diligent eyes of those other shipping boats he employed. Kinks had to be ironed out, relationships resecured and worries put at ease. It had taken Tetradore longer than he cared to admit to see to it that his empire had returned to its state prior to his death and yet, slowly but surely, it did just that. A soft breath left his lips as he eyed that desk calendar in front of him. Next week would surely be busy once again with another shipment coming in the harbor but - today, and this weekend, were blissfully empty. Perhaps, at some point this weekend, he might be able to sneak away from some time to himself but, primarily, Tetradore had every intention of fulfilling his promise to that young woman whom had taken his return to the Ark so roughly.

Even now, truly, he scarcely understood what had bothered her so greatly of his return but, if this little trip made things right with her, then Tetradore was willing to spend the time. The man nestled further down into his chair, his feet propped up on his desk as he folded his arms over his chest, a small yawn crossing his lips. He knew well he had promised the girl they would leave by noon - with enough time to see the splendors of the park by day and too enjoy the nightlife when the moon rose but maybe, just maybe, he had enough time to fit a nap in there somewhere. His eyes had only just fluttered closed when the sound of his door opening caused a small groan to leave his lips. He gaze fluttered open with some measure of regret as he watched the young woman near bound into his office looking far happier than he was certain he had ever seen her. His eyebrow rose as she approached him, placing those papers upon his desk before she began speaking rather quickly of all the things she wanted to do.

His sluggish mind only half heartedly kept up with the girl, his intense emerald eyes settled upon her as her words suddenly stopped, her whole demeanor changing almost sheepish and anxious. The shift alone made the man roll his eyes and yet, he said nothing of it as he slowly pulled his feet off his desk. Really, he thought she knew him well enough by now that her excitement shouldn't have made her so nervous around him. Furthermore - what did that say about how she thought of him? He pushed those thoughts from the forefront of his brain as he replied in an entirely nonchalant fashion, "Sure, Raven, we can do whatever you want." After all, the day was her's to waste away however she saw fit. Tetradore moved around his desk, holding his hand out to her with that eternal look of apathy upon his features. "Are you ready to go then?" He inquired, simply waiting for her touch before he stole them both away and into the warmth of the sunshine.

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